Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DJ Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.